Why was I born a European-American instead of a Native American or an Irishwoman? I’m detached from the land. I will never belong in the places I live or live in the places where I belong.

I am so uncomfortable in my white skin with my American accent. What is this hybrid person that I represent? This offspring of colonial violence and heir to white supremacy who can’t even afford to live in the place that her ancestors stole for her?

What is wrong with this world, and what can be done about it?

I’m afraid I am not being responsible when I ask that question, not nobly trying to right a wrong for the sake of justice. I just want to feel comfortable in the earthen skin that surrounds me. I just want to know that I belong.

And I don’t. I don’t fully belong anywhere.




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